Waterfall (duck feet part two)

I stare into transparency
Shapes and sizes muddled
details immune to percision
but lacking importance
for pupils are such
a small piece
of what makes you so sweet

Clothing and hair drenched
in both water and desire
cling to my skin
like leeches recently confined
the cave walls
echo bits and pieces
of words I have heard
but still inside
I must confide
your smile
is the loveliest verb

reaching towards
the unknown shape
my hands break the barrier
and reach beyond a flowing abyss
I feel a gentle softness
and similarly dampened skin
pressing and caressing
I try to touch
that which I have not seen
but only wanted
only in dreams


remembering what's been said
the mosiac comes to life
an artists renditioning
of how beautiful you are
gently walks into view
while LOL's
and cups of coffee
may drape around my mind
wanting a soft touch
or a giggling kiss
are never far behind

I've stared into transparency
and back at assumptions
been found guilty
of contempt and presumptions
but right now
as the water stalls
and what i've felt
comes into view
all I see is lovely
and all I want is you